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It's December 31, 2014. Thank God. Cheers to the end of an emotional year. At this moment I thought I would be travelling to Belize in July of 2015 to serve the next two years with the United States Peace Corps. At this time I was living in Ellensburg, Washington, working at the county public health department. [Government job. Nice... and not so nice.] I had a Dog-Town apartment on the edge of Rotary Park. I went to a gym. I volunteered at an animal shelter.

Now...

Some notes on making out with your best friend:

1. You're probably drunk.
2. This is probably a bad idea.
3. For some reason, this is OK.
4. However!
5. Tomorrow, neither of you will want to speak about this, but you'll have to, because you're friends, and you need to stay friends, duh, but friends don't make out... I mean, I'm pretty sure...

Just in case you find yourself in that particular predicament.

As far as how I rung in the new year. Successfully, of course:

And if that wasn't the time of my life, January first might as well have been: